(A prayer on your lips is like freedom in your hands) Dear Mama, remember little Johnny Moses The kid that used to swap your apple pies Well, today I saw little Johnny Moses Kiss the world goodbye A sniper's bullet got him, mom He was face down in the sand And when I got to little Johnny, mama I found this message in his hands Dear America Today I'd gladly give my life to keep ole Glory ruling Now I hope you understand me, 'cause you see, I don't have much schoolin' I know back home some folks are filled with hating Christ Have they forgotten who's backing up our stars and stripes? America, I love you So please try to, to understand (That a prayer on your lips is like freedom in your hands) The breath of God will drive the flow of blood across the land A prayer on your lips is like freedom in your hands I heard a bullet scream and a body hit the sod I heard this dying soldier as he made his peace, with God So tell America, mama, and try to make 'em understand That a prayer on your lips is like freedom in your hands